… that moment when your slave asks if they can tell you something and you just know this is going to be a rough conversation.
We’ve probably hit a point in our travels and title holding year where the stress and the travel and the fatigue have finally caught up to us. It was a rough week with more family drama (if we knew now what we knew before having kids… right? Parents are chuckling right now and nodding their heads… )
Anyway, rough week, and slave angie has to tell me that the stress and how we’re interacting is really not going very well…
… and it’s that moment, where I see crystal clear all the lines of things going on, and the possible reactions I can have and what the outcome of those reactions might be. It’s as if everything slowed down to a heartbeat, and I needed a few minutes to chew on it.
We’re in the car heading to the airport, and apparently that few minutes must’ve felt like hours to slave angie because she finally asked if I had any thoughts on what she’d just said…
.. and time picked up and moved on. I acknowledged it was a tough week, that we were having a tough time. Last night, we’d had a similar conversation, and I’d held her hand and said “We’ll get through this, step by step, together, like we always do.”
Similar conversation this morning. Except… we missed our flight, and finally the tension broke and we’re going to be alright, we always are. But that moment, that moment when she spoke the words, silence and being present in the moment counted, and allowed me to see that the best choice was to be present in the moment with her and acknowledge it.
M/s is a relationship – to be sure with a specific power dynamic and approach – but it is still people interacting and living life together and life is a brutal fuck of a Master and doesn’t really give two shits about consent. For me, being a Master is as much about knowing the wisdom of the moment as it is with all the other things.